” She called out, “Rachael!”Rachael wandered out of the kitchen with a granola bar in hand. “What?”“Can you get me something to eat?”“...ure. Whaddaya want?”“Do we have any mashed potatoes left over?”“Uh-huh.”“Make me a mashed potato and dill pickle sandwich.”“Jesus, Cara!” I exclaimed.Hard blue eyes glared at me. “What?! You got something to say?”Rachael giggled and headed back to the kitchen.“Don’t forget the mayo!” Cara yelled.“I won’t.”My daughter turned her attention back to me. “Did you buy. When parental feeling really struck him was when the other three started slapping and pummeling her. He felt a surge of protective anger, but he suppressed it successfully. He felt the same thing each time he seeded one of his girls. He turned away so he didn't have to see, but he still heard three of his daughters beating on the fourth one.Years passed."Good morning, Jason, how are you feeling?" asked the robot."Jssshhhhh," He coughed. "Ffffff", he said, then gagged briefly. "Neffer been. ”“‘Jump in the suitcase’?” Kara asked.“The Dutch version of ‘roll in the hay’,” I replied with a grin.“Hallo,” Kara smirked, doing an impression of Teri Garr, “Vould you like to have a roll in ze hay?”“Nice,” I chuckled.“I’m sorry,” Sari said, “I don’t understand.”“It’s from a movie,” I replied. “Young Frankenstein. But it’s also a tease, because the next thing Teri Garr, the actress, does is roll around in the hay cart saying...”“Roll, roll, roll in ze hay,” Kara said.“It’s a funny movie,” I. But more about what you said about being willing if I wanted to turn you on." I caught my breath. Subtlety is not a trait of the young. Either she was going to attempt to seduce me or she was going to ream me for being an old pervert. While I admit to the latter, I was counting on the former."I realized that I don't know how," she continued. "Would you teach me ... show me how to do it? I mean, how to turn you on?" There it was, out in the open."Do you want to turn me on?" I asked gently. This.